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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.