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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.