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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.