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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.