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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.