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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.