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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.