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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Human League to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.