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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.