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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.