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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.