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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.