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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.