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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.