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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.