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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.