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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.