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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.