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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.