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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.