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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.