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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.