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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.