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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Pole,
World's Most,
John Cale,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.