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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.