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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.