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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.