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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
New Order,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.