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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.