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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.