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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
UT,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Smog,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.