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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.