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 Benin 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
MDC,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.