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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.