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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.