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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.