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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.