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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Aswad,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.