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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.