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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.