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 Kenya and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.