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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Fear,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.