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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.