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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
10cc,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.