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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Monks,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.