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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
10cc,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.