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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Nas,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.