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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.