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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.