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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.