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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.