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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.