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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.