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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.