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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Names to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.