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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Inner City,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.