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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.