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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.