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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.