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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.