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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.