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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.