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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.