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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.