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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.