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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.