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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.