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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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?
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.