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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.