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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.