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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.