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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.