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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.