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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.