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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.