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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.