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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Kas Product to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.