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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.