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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.