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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Crime,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.