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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.