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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
CMW,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.