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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Erasure,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.