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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.