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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
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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.