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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Walker Brothers 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.