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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.