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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.