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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.