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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.