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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.