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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.