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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.