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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.