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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.