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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.