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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.