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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.