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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.