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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.