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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Drexciya to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.