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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.