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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.