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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Nico,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.