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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.