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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.