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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.