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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Japan,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Echospace,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.