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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.