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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.