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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.