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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Can,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.