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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.