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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.