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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Organ,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.