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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.