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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Smog,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.