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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.