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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.