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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.