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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.