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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.