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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.