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 Malawi and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.