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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds 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 crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.