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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.