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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.