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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.