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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.