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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.