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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.