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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.