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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Mars,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.