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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.