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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.