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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Index,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.