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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.