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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.