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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.