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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.