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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.