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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.