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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.