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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.