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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.