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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.