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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.