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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.