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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.