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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.