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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.