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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
cv313,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.