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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.