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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.