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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.