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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.