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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.