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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.