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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.