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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.