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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Mummies,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.