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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.