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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Index,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.