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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
The Index,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.