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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Smog,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.