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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.