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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Technova,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.