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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.