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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.