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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.