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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.