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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.