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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.