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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.