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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.