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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Wings,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.