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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Sparks,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.