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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.