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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Smog,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Magma,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.