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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
MC5,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.