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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.