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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.