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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.