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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.