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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.