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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.