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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.