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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.