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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.