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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.