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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Slits,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.