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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.