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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.