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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.