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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.