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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.