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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.