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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.