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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.