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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Moebius to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.