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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
cv313,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.