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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
10cc,
AZ,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.