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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.