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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.