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 Hungary and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.