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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.