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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.