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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Slave,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.