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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.