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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.