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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.