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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.