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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.