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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.