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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.