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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.