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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.