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 Chile 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.