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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.