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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.