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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.