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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.