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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.