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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.