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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.