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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.