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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.