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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Rekid,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.