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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.