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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.