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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Television to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.