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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.