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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.