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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
UT,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.