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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Index,
The Remains,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.