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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.