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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.