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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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?
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.