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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.