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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.