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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.