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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.