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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Maurizio,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.