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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.