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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.