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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.