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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.