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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.