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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
cv313,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.