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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.