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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.