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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.