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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.