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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Hoover,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.