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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.