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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.