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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Wake,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Organ,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.