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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.