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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.