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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.