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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Franke,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
JFA,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.