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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
UT,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.