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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.