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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Niagra,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.