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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Ituana,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.