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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.