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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.