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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.