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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.