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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.