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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.