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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.