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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.