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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.