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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.