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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.