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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.