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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.