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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.