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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.