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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.