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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.