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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.