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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.