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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.