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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Wake to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.