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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.