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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.