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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.