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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Television,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.