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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.