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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.