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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.