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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
ABC,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.