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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
UT,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.