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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.