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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.