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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.