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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.