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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.