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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.