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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.