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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.