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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.