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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.