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 Oman 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.