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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.