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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.