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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.