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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.