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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.