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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.