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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.