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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Scion to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.