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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.