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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.