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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Faust,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.