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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.