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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Sound,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.