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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Model 500,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.