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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.