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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a sitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.