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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.