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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.