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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Interpol,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.