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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.