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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Q65,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
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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.