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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.