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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.