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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.