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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.