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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.