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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Section 25,
The Names,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.