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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.