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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
X-101,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.