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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.