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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.