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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.