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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Moebius,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.