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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.