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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.