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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.