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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.