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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.