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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar 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?
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.