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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.