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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Whodini,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.