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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Pylon,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.