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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.