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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.