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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Index,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.