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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.