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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Index,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.