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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.