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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.