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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.