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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.