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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.