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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.