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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.