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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
UT,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.