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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Organ,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.