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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.