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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.