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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.