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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Technova,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.