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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.