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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.