Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.