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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.