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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.