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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.