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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
The Human League,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.