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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flipper to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.