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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.