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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Whodini,
Monks,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.