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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.