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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.