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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.