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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.