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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.