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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
June Days,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.