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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.