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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.