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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.