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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Cluster,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
MC5,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.