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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.