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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.