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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.