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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.