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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Can,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
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.