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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.