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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.