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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.