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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.