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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.