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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.