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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
10cc,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
CMW,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.