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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.