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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Slave,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.