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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.