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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.