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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Technova,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Nas,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.