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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.