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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 guitar and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Wings,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.