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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.