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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Japan,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.