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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.