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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.