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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.