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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.