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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 a theremin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Section 25,
MDC,
Skaos,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.