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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 DNA to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.