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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.