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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.