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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
DNA,
KRS-One,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.