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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.