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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.