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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.