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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.