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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.