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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.