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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Spokane and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Hoover,
ABC,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.