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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Suicide,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.