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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.