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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.