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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Slits,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.