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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Faust,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.