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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.