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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.