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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.