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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.