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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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?
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
June Days,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Busters,
Index,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.