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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.