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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.