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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.