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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
cv313,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.