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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.