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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Wings,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.