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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.