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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Index,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.