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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.