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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.