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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.