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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Wings,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.