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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.