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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.