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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.