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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.