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 Panama 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.