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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.