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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.