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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Brick,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.