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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.