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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.