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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Cymande,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.