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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.