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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.