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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
June Days,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.