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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Altered Images,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.