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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.