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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.