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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.