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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Organ,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.