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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.