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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.