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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.