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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.