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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.