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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.