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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 clarinet and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.