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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.