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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.