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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.