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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.