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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Smog,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.