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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.