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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Grauzone,
UT,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.