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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.