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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.