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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.