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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.