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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Nico,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.