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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.