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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.