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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.