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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.