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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.