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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar 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?
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
UT,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.