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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Franke,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.