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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.