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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.