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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.