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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.