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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.