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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.