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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.