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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.