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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.