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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.