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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.