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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.