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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.