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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.