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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Symarip,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.