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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.