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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Monks,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.