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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.