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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.