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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.