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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.