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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.